Ben Folds - For Those Of Y'all Who Wear Fanny Packs Lyrics
[note: i've listened real hard andDone my research on references, but the fact remains. . .Parts of this transcription are pretty much shots in the dark.](. . .step on your fingernail. . .damn!That's ok, i can play with one hand, see?It sounds good!)Oh goddamn, i saw a goddamn*****in goddamnGoddamn- woah!Oh goddamnShitchya it's coolPlay it on the radioCome here one timeWassup y'allI got this funky groove goin' onI gotta give a shout out to my homeboy in laWassup boy? wassup y'all, come onYo, this goes out to my homeboy treyGoing out in chapel hillYeah shouts out to a.k.a. known as roadie killerNew york city, mm hmmYo, shouts out to my main manager manAl wolmark known as a.k.a. you're a bad mother*****erC.e.c.Bring in the bass, y'all!Yeah, and i thought that's how you felt about the mother*****erYeah, i thought that's how you feltYeah, sledge, bring in the bass!For those of y'all who wear fannie packs, come onFor those of y'all that wear fannie packs, come onFor those of y'all that wear fannie packs (and pony tails) come onFor those of y'all that wear fannie packs (and got the pony tails) come *****ing onYeah, my boy sledge on the bass in your faceMy boy ben on the piano coming in, let him in, let him in!Yeah. . .Let my boy ben in, alright, yeahHey d?Hey d?Yeah, wassup?You gonna let me in d?Wassup?You gonna me in?Yo let that piano solo inLet me in, let me in!Goddamn, yeah!You and your mother have seen things happenI don't mind singing and i don't mind rappin'I can find at least a hundred ways to get my shitI play the piano-Goddamn that's some funky shit!Yeah, i said for those of y'all who wear fannie packsThis song's coming out, it's coming attchya!I wanna borrow an allen wrench!I wanna borrow some duct tape!I wanna borrow a mic cable!Bass in your face!Bass in your faceLet's break it break it break it downWe're gonna break this shit downGimme some bassThat's pretty goodBring this shit in!Oh goddamnShitchya it's coolPlay that cymbal, manPlay that tasty, tasty high hat workYo, i'm gonna bring that tasty high hat workBring itI'm gonna bring that shit inI wanna taste it, manRight now!Ah ha ha ha. . .Yo, this sound goes out to my main manAt the point in atlantaWassup, g? gimme my *****in' monitor, man!Ernie. .I'm sorry, i can't give you any moreMonitor than thatIt won't go any higher than thatBecause the transistors the resistorsThey won't go any higherAlright, y'allTake this mother*****er out with a piano soloGoddamn, uh!Uh god-Damn!Alright, turn that shit out!1-2-3-4. . .(i hope you taped that-That's our next single.Oh, they've left.They gave up. . .These guys are *****ing idiots!That sucked. . .)
